Malachi’s body had relaxed the moment Malek had broken Rupert’s arm. Alfie knew his mate had been barely holding on to his wolf, and he knew that Chi had wanted a go at Rupert himself. But he loved his mate for letting him handle it.
Cameron spoke up. “And I am Marquess Cameron Ian Whitfell and I believe you are trespassing on our land.”
Rupert looked like he’d just drank lemon juice, his face puckered as he backed away slowly. “This isn’t over,” he ranted. “This isn’t over.”
“I believe it is,” Malachi stepped forward and got in Rupert’s face. “Or you will have to deal with me.”
Alfie wasn’t sure what Malachi did, but the next thing he knew Rupert turned and ran, and Cameron and Malek were laughing hysterically beside him.
Malachi came back and lifted Alfie off his feet. “You should have let me chew him up and spit him out. He got off easy.”
Alfie snorted. “What did you do to him that had him running off?”
Chi chuckled, and instead of answering, he whispered, “I love you.”
“I need to pee,” Alfie replied.
Epilogue
Malachi
The last few weeks of Alfie’s pregnancy were uneventful. Rupert stayed away, but some of their friends in the peerage let them know that he had asked about them. He must have realised they could not be bullied.
Chi walked up and down the hallway outside their surgical suite, and he felt bad for teasing Malek when their roles had been reversed.
Even though the C-section had been scheduled and Alfie’s pregnancy had been uneventful after he got over the morning sickness.
Malachi felt like there was a boulder in his belly, he was so stressed.
“Don’t puke. Don’t puke,” Malachi chanted over and over.
His brother came up beside him and patted his back. “You won’t, Chi. You won’t. You know your mate will be fine. Papa and Mikhail will never let anything happen to him.”
“I know.” Chi sighed. “But my wolf hasn’t gotten the memo.”
Before Malachi could reply, he heard the sound of a baby crying. His dad came up beside him. “I think that’s your cue, son.”
The moment Malachi opened the door to the surgical suite and saw his mate laid out on the table with a curtain blocking his lower half from view, his heart contracted. He saw a baby on some machine and his brother using something on his nose, but his eyes immediately went to Alfie.
Axel stepped aside for him, and Chi had to breathe in and out to calm his wolf down at the scent of his mate’s blood.
“Son, if you can’t get your wolf in check, you’ll have to leave until I get Alfie here all sorted out.” His papa’s voice was muffled behind his mask.
“Chi.” Alfie’s weak voice had him under control faster than anything else could. His mate needed him.
He headed to the top of the bed, making sure not look over to where his papa had sliced his mate open.
He looked into his mate’s eyes and both his wolf and him settled even further. Any fear he had left vanished. His need to be there for his mate took over.
He touched his forehead to Alfie’s. “I’m here, love. And so is our first little one. You’re doing so good, love.”
Alfie managed a small smile, and before he had a chance to respond, another cry—this one a little smaller—filled the room.
“Congratulations, son. It’s another boy!” His papa handed the baby to Mikhail who had given their freshly diapered first son to Axel.
Axel brought their first son over to them and placed him beside Alfie’s head. Malachi reached out and used his pinkie to trail down his son’s face.
“He’s beautiful.” Malachi’s voice choked.
